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still smiling, he then reached out to run his hand over the other's hair and beard. they are still as soft as he remembered them.    "   and please, i have never seen you as happy as this, herc. last time i remember you like this was in the hay day of your life as the hero of legend.   "

"   thank you. it's definitely needed. if i have known i will be here this long, i would have stocked up on bloodmead.   "    and at his friend's next words, he raised an eyebrow before giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. mostly to illustrate a point. he's still as strong and solid as he remembered.

"   please, herc. you and i both know that aesthetics is never an indication of your strength. volstagg, gilgamesh ... even my father. we can name countless heroes who don't have defined abs.   "    he quips, taking the ordered ambrosia when it comes, and then taking a sip. silky and luscious, as he remembered.   

It was true, though. For Hercules especially. Being with Bobby in such a committed, stabilizing relationship brought out a glow in himself that he didn't know possible. He never saw himself settling down with anyone before, but something about the guy made him feel like he could set down roots for once. After all they'd been through together, it just seemed like the right thing for both.

with the gentlest touch, bobby reached around to drag his finger down that stream of precum, freezing it against hercules' warm cock. a line of cold, following back to the source -- filling, but fluted, to make sure he could still leak as much as he wanted.

"gonna do something special."

he'd already thickened and lengthened himself a bit as he swung, getting hard from the taste and feel of eating hercules' mythical ass, but as the man watched? bobby just added...more. a more blunt head. a more girthy shaft. a knuckle-bend halfway down, to really dig the body out. and he pressed that blunt tip to herc's rim, using his control over moisture to give herc some... well. give.

Watching Bobby in his element, though, becoming a man of pure ice, always enraptured Herc. Almost like Bobby himself was a god, if the whole 'omega-level' thing he'd heard about held true of his lover. Best of all, it meant he could manipulate his mass in very ideal ways...

But eventually, Herc does need things to progess.

the bar backroom was supposed to be for... backroom... things. like cases. and boxes. and bottles. not this, or at least, not like he'd ever thought. he's untouched by the chill of the walk-in, hands rubbing up and down his partner's pert, perky cheeks, running his bearded jaw over and between them. smearing hercules with spit where he was warmest, as if bobby could leech the heat from that one last spot, and chill the demigod the full way through.

the moan bobby let out into that actually somewhat divine ass was long, riding on half a sigh, buzzing against soft skin.

"you were so hot when we met. but now? there's... there's more of you. it's like you're the best pillow I've ever wanted to sleep on." sliding his nose down that cleft, then back up again. "and put my dick in. but I don't put my dick in pillows." followed by a press of his cool tongue against that almost burning pink ring.

(Clean the place with disinfectant, duh. What a waste of magic that would be.)

It always seemed like he and Bobby had such little time to be together on a daily basis these days, so they needed to make the most of it whenever possible. Hence why the mutant had him bent over, legs spread open in the backroom...

so, when thor got the invite for a night in his friend's bar, he simply couldn't say no. and besides ... it has been a while now since they've seen each other.

upon his greeting, thor can't stop himself from smiling ... accepting and returning the hug with the same glee and enthusiasm. centuries have passed since the first day they've met, and he has not changed at all.

"   you too, my friend. it looks like time has been more merciful to you, though. you have not aged a day!   "    he says, taking a seat when he was offered.    "   well, since i got dragged into this universe-- i would take ambrosia, please. thank you.-- the hero work did not seem to stop. why haven't you joined us yet, my friend? do you not miss the glory?   "

Plus, a great hugger. Herc valued good huggers.

"Are you kidding? I am starting to look as old as Zeus himself!" he exclaims, having to pry himself off the massive man to get a better look at him. "You, however? Look at that baby face! Those bright eyes! And if I may say so—" Herc begins. "Your tits and ass have never looked better! Ahahaha!"